Saturday, May 17, 2014

Cloud Cover

Clouds blown, smeared out like sand dunes:
Too dim to photograph, but bright in my mind,
Which feels as smeared out as the clouds look,

Disappointed as the dark sky would be if empty,
A vast, inky sea with no sandy-shored islands.
I feel the same placid let-down for the moon,

Which fails to show at the appointed hour
Merely because the sky dislikes being bare,
And shrouds the view from my lofty overlook.

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